Dharam Karam

I only know about weapons,

plundering and killing

But let me tell you something.

If you ever give me a son..

I'll never make him like me.

No, I really won't

I mean it. I really do

Honestly.

I'm telling you the truth, my lord

Hey, listen everybody

What is it? -It's a son!

Everything is going

as per the plan

I asked for a son. I got a son

Drinks to everyone on the house!

Let's see whom he looks like

Whom do you look like son?

His nose is just like yours

No! He'll not take after me

He appears to be from

some decent home

Look! How royal he looks.

Like a judge, barrister, doctor..

He's not that lucky.

He'll be what you are!

No..!

He'll be a King!

I've such plans for him

that he'll wonder..

How his father made

him what he is!

We are all ready.

It's getting late

I'm coming!

Okay wifey, I'm off. It's urgent

Listen, don't go today.

-Then when should I go?

Today's a lucky day.

A very lucky day

I got a son, and I'll get

a big haul of gold too!

I'll just go and get it

Everything here ? -Yes

Very good. Follow me in the truck.

Hurry up!

Come on driver, step on it

What is 1l10th of 50 lakhs?

-5 lakhs

An egg ?

Stop the truck!

Why what's the matter?

-The whole stuff's gone, boss

That Shankar has fooled

us yet again

And you just gawked? Bloody fool

Today's a great day!

We got all the gold

Just like you. -No!

My son will not be like me at all.

Never!

Master! Master! -What's it?

Shankar's son is being

abducted by J K's men

What! Let's see how they

do it with me around

Wait, J K!

Return Shankar's child

I will, He-man. I will. Let

him return my gold first

I'll return his child.

That's between you two adults.

Don't involve the baby in it

Then you also don't involve

yourself in our dispute

Look J K, I don't pick a fight.

But if I do I don't

give up either

Give me the kid!

Stop! Enough is enough

Come on,

hand over Shankar's kid to me

Here Shankar, save your kid

One day you'll be sold

as cheap as dirt

But what will remain behind

will be your words

Leave something behind you,

and then leave this world

One day you'll be sold

as cheap as dirt

But what will remain behind

will be your words

The impossible may lay

thorns in your path

But the possible may help

to find a lost friend

This estrangement, this separation

That moment's helplessness

Why should the hearty be scared?

The streams that flow strongly

are bound to meet somewhere

So become a flowing stream

and then leave this world

What will remain behind

is your words

Behind the veil sits

a dusky beauty

Holding yours and mine

heartstrings in her hand

May she never let go,

nor this bond be broken

It'll be morning soon,

since night will end now

Why are you sitting with

your eyes cast down?

Lock your eyes with the girl's

and then leave this world

One day you'll be sold

as cheap as dirt

What will remain behind

will be your words

Ladies and gentleman,

I've just got a good news..

Which I would like to

share with you all

By the grace of God,

after 14 years a son is born to me

Thank you.

Today he's born in a Nursing Home

Tomorrow he'll take a bow

in the world of fine arts

I request you, just as you

have loved my art and me..

Bless me that one day my son too

will stand on this stage..

To serve you and the arts

as a great entertainer

You're okay?

My son..

Bless you, dear son.

You took so long in coming

Today, when I announced your

arrival in the theatre..

They all clapped so loudly

May God bless you with

such a standing..

..ovation in entertainment

Give him to me.

-When he cries, I get upset

Hang on, son.

I'll get a doctor -Listen..

Doctor.. -Yes?

My kid's crying. -Don't worry.

Kids usually do cry.

-No, this one's bawling.

Excuse me..

Babies usually cry, don't they?

That's what the Doc said too.

That babies cry

But when babies cry,

I get a very funny feeling

Don't you feel the same?

I too was blessed with

a son after 14 years

Here, take this for him.

Babies are bound to cry

The game's over, Shankar

Now will you hand over

the gold or the baby?

I'll sire another one

I smell a rat. -Not at all, sir

Okay. You win this time

I will make up for my

loss some other time

With a better plan than yours

You'll jump with joy

when you hear it

I've changed my son's destiny.

The police won't touch him now

He won't be a vermin now.

In fact he'll become great

I've left him at Mr Ashok's place

His ears will echo with

beautiful songs

I've left our son there and

brought his son here

Now she'll never say anything,

Shankar

What! -Her life went with her son

You should've waited a bit

Whatever I did.

For your child's life.

Look at me.

Like you I am also far away from my child.

Too much long.

I am happy that he reached

at perfect home.

Now make arrange me for her funeral.

Give me child.

My Kanta has died after his born.

I will kill him and throw in gutter.

Shankar, are you mad?

What he has harm you?

I hate his face.

And where you have left you child..

what if even they hate him like you then.

Make him what I didn't

want my son to be

And if you tell this to anyone,

I'll burn this entire colony!

This baby will become a vermin..

like me

One day you'll be worth

as cheap as dirt

By giving your songs on

the lips of others

Leave your mark here and

then go from this world

Excuse me, son. -Who, me?

Yes, you. Come here

Come inside

Where did you learn

this old song from?

This song? I've learnt it

from my good old phono

When it sings,

I sing along with it

Phono? What do you mean?

Don't you know what's a phono?

A player

Player? You mean a gramophone?

Then that's my voice, son

Are you a phono? -Yes, I'm he

If you really are a phono

then sing like he does

Okay

What will remain behind

will be your words

Mr. Phono!

From today that will be your name

Really?

Let your words resound in

palaces and mansions

Let your songs be at home in

the by-lanes of the town

Whether King or his subjects

You make up all of mankind

No matter who strums the strings

it must be your voice

Become a theme for life,

then bid adieu to the world

One day you'll be sold

as cheap as dirt

What will remain behind

will be your words

Well done my boy.

Ranjit, see how beautiful he sings

What's your name? -Dharam

Oh? Very nice

Where do you live?

-In the slum colony

Really?

Who's your father?

-A greatly respected person

He's a don. -Don? What does he do?

Don't you know? The same old

knives, daggers, fights..

Give a few, take a few

But my father hates music.

-But you like, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Very much. -Will you learn?

Of course.

But behind my father's back.

-Fine. Come here daily.

I'll teach you.

Here's some money.

Buy yourself a new shirt

Take it. -l don't take alms

These aren't alms, son

You've earned it. Look,

when I sing, I get paid for it

Likewise, you sang for me,

so I'm paying you for it

Mr Phono,

you are a first class man

Mr Phono indeed!

You cur, give me the money.

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